She lay awake in the darkness, wondering whether Pete would try to get in. Though the chair furnished evidence of her wish not to see him, she neverth...less felt an aroused tingle in her loins.She kept thinking of the marvelous fucking he had given her on the preceding night--how wicked and wrong, yet how pleasurable it had been. Millie suffered a new onslaught of guilt.If Pete came around, she didn't hear him during the hour or so that she lay awake. Later she dreamed she was with a man.In the. Then slowly moved it up and down the shaft before letting go of it. "Go ahead and stroke it. Make yourself ejaculate. That's it, keep stroking." He looked into my face and I smiled, "See I told you it was okay." Jeff started stroking faster, his hips moving to meet his strokes. Suddenly he stopped and took his hand off his cock. "What's the matter," I asked. "I was going to uhm, ahh, umm." That's the whole idea isn't it. To ejaculate or as you k**s say, cum?" I reached down and took his hard. I felt moist all over and was wearing a bathrobe, but I seemed safe and secure back in my home base.A small window behind me revealed the industrial yard where I currently made my dwelling. The whole site was Brownfield land, an old chemical factory shut down due to a nasty hazardous waste spill. The County had tried to get it up and running again, but the new budget from the State Capitol just didn't allow the funding to continue cleanup. So the site was fenced off and in perpetual legal. And she was naked. It would be hard to make it back to the hotel in L.A.The elevator slowed to a stop.As Cordy stepped out on her shaky heels, she looked over the large room. It seemed like a theatre, but it didn't have the stadium seating. Instead, there was a large number of voluptuous women. They wore a variety of skimpy, revealing outfits. Quite a lot were entirely naked, like her.Most were lounging on a sea of soft cushions.Cordelia batted her new long eyelashes at the sight in front of.